Alas, poor stormtrooper, I knew ye not, Yet have I ta’en both uniform and life From thee. What manner of a man wert thou? A man of inf’nite jest or cruelty? A man with helpmate and with children too? A man who hath his Empire serv’d with pride? A man, perhaps, who wish’d for perfect peace? Whate’er thou wert, good man, thy pardon grant Unto the one who took thy place: e’en me.
